Jeremy s Mother
Jeremy opened his travel bag and looked inside. He frowned. Somehow that bag had become the reservoir of his dwindling will to go on. He just sat there and looked inside. ‘What’s the point?’ he sighed to himself. He lifted heavily from the corner of the bed, just another bed, and just another motel. He glanced out beyond the ‘just another window’ and watched the rainfall on just another highway. He breathed a groan and thought, ‘Just another day.’ He pointed the vessel of his withering soul...